Paroles de Marching Through The Fog de Devlin

I'll still get the bars in, Devlin I'm marchin
Like a soldier serving in Iraq is
Now watch me eliminate targets
You should have known to anticipate carnage
Your attitude stinks like an arm pit
I've got bars harder then Arnold's arm is
And no man has gone red at me yet
So I'd say I'm here to stay like a scar is
I ain't immigrating, I'm lying and waiting and debating
Just what I'm going to be taking, I ain't faking
So don't be mistaken, like I've gone soft for the ratings
I'll take you up to the top of the dirtiest derelict block
And then throw you over the railings and the only motive was hatred

Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he's bad
Nah he thinks he's at the top, all your bullsh-t makes me mad
But the drama don't stop, so alarms are ringing off
Cus with the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as dark as dark has got and now I'm marching through the fog.

Tarantula, creep all over the beat, gargantuan
Get under my feet I'll stamp on ya
I won't ramp on ya, the games like a letter and I just took my stamp honour, and if dinner ain't served then I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her
And sip on a can while I'm drowning her
While I'm pinning her down as I strangle her
I'm the murkiest white man handler
Till this very day been around here
If I was plotting then I weren't like the sound of ya
You get naughty I get a bit rowdier, still
You won't let them throw back a pound at ya
Don't place me in a box you c-cks
If there's one thing I'm not it's f-cking rectangular (rectangular, rectangular)

Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he's bad,
Nah he thinks he's at the top, all your bullsh-t makes me mad
But the drama don't stop, so alarms are ringing off
Cus with the bars I'm still allot, I've been as dark as dark has got
And now I'm marching through the fog.

I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm still the boss, and now I'm back where I belong
I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm still the boss, keep on marching through the fog.

Devlin I'm back and I'm harder then nails,
I was raised in a place, so foul, with my mates in my pals house wetting up papes on the scales, but now I shoot bars from the mouth
Keep marching them in or keep marching them out
I'll barge you around like a bully in a playground
If you ain't ready for the regime stay down
I'm going hard for the whole UK now
I'm harder then granite large I'm titanic
Infact make your faculty panic, like a madman acting erratic
With bombs in the basement and straps in the attic, a confrontation would have to be tragic, like the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts
Let him have it.


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